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pop pop *sounds of joints cracking*

#beau #critical role

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i think it is important to recognize the ways in which your favorite thing sucks. i think it keeps u normal

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Finally! Wizards I can draw in classic wizard aesthetic!

#this is so darling op??? #i love your style so much! #shadowgast #critical role

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i still won't draw him consistently but at least we've branched from the rbf i got excited about matt talking about him in regards to the m9 show and took a break 2 doodle him today :]

#he's great op!!!! #essek #critical role

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a few days ago, @zmeess posted this incredible artwork and it has lived in my head rent-free ever since and inspired this little ficlet

“Caleb.” 

Essek says it on an exhale, a mere breath of wind that quietly disturbs the still of the hour, and yet the impact is as if he slammed open the door and crashed into the space. Caleb’s hand tighten’s on his, his eyes impossibly wide, reflecting the blue light of Catha as it slowly pools into the space.

That same hand pulls him in closer until Caleb’s other clings to his waist, fisting in the fabric of his tunic.

“Starlight,” says Caleb, thumb brushing over Essek’s knuckles. “You’ve dressed in starlight.”

Essek’s breath hitches, as he reaches a hand out to cup Caleb’s cheek. “Hardly. It’s just fabric. Now you, your cheeks are dusted in freckles. That is true starlight.”

Caleb uses the hand on his waist to tug him in closer, and the motion causes Essek to bump into the table behind him. He hears a crack and splash—the bottle of ink Caleb was using must have been uncorked—but he doesn’t turn to it. Neither does Caleb.

“You have your own freckles, Essek Thelyss.” Caleb drinks the sight of him in, his eyes roaming over Essek’s face, and he knows he is doing the same. Caleb looks the same, though his hair is a little longer, the bags under his eyes are a little lighter, and there are a few more crease lines around his eyes. Time has passed, and yet the hands that reach are the same. The scent of parchment, of sandalwood and incense, that is all the same. “And yours are truly flecks of starlight. I can see why you picked this fabric.”

It’s a matter of moving, to press in close, to shift his hand until it is clutched in Caleb’s hair rather than on his cheek, until he is standing between Caleb’s parted thighs and Caleb is holding onto him just as fiercely.

“I have missed you,” says Caleb, voice low and heavy, the truth of his words reverberating through Essek’s sternum and into his heart.

“As have I.” He presses his nose to the centre of Caleb’s forehead and closes his eyes, breathing deeply. “I—” Caleb’s arms are cradling his back, cradling his waist, as if he too, is remembering the shape of him and the weight he takes up. He’s tugged impossibly closer, until he’s kneeling on either side of Caleb’s lap, breathing the same air, sharing the same space. “I did not expect you to still be awake.”

“Sleep does not come easily when there are good books to read and drow suitors to await.”

Essek chuckles fondly, shifting to press his lips to Caleb’s forehead before settling down more comfortably onto Caleb. And if this position brings them closer, brings them into a way to speak of his interest, then that is neither here nor there. “Oh? What was so engaging to keep you from it?”

“How long do you have?”

“All night, my love. All night.”

#shadowgast #critical role #this was very cute and the artwork lives rent free

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Just checking.... We all pronounce Miette like My-TAY in our heads, right?

#in my experience (10+ years of french username) the assumption that someone knows how to pronounce a french word is almost always wrong #miette! is a word! it's pronounced like you would pronounce the word miette! #this reminds me of the spider george poll 😭

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Cumbria, England (by John B Marshall)

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Luis Caballero

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worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.

#daily affirmations #writing

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Hello. Can I interest you in thinking about Caleb, Essek, and the song Wildflower and Barley by hozier. The healers are healing. The diggers are digging the earth. "I feel as useful as dirt, put my body to work."

Alright, at first I was going to gently pass on this (Hozier is fine, but not my thing), then looked up the lyrics out of curiosity and I'm just gonna say: watch this space, because they fit one of my wips incredibly well.

#i'm in the middle of another writing block so i don't wanna jinx it but i hope to be able to share something soon! #so yes i'm gonna be thinking about that!!! #i'm gonna be putting those lyrics in my notes/inspiration page actually! #thanks for the ask!

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a beauregard for your (cobalt) soul

#what a good beau! #critical role

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Wightwick manor and ‘A Marvellous Light’ (The Last Binding trilogy) inspired comfort art. Some are getting magical research done, some are reading victorian erotica and not hiding it, the cats are ‘helping’, normal sunday afternoon stuff. @fahye

(As always, click on image for crisper/bigger version!)

my The Last Binding tag, and my art tag

#the last binding

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DEV PATEL + side profiles in The Green Knight (2021)

#i've already reblogged this apparently but come on #most beautiful man in the world #dev patel

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Follow me.🐈‍⬛

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Black-capped Chickadee at Tupelo meadow ,Ramble ,Central park.

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If you ever feel like you don't contribute to fandom because you "only" comment—

A regular serial commenter just joined a fandom Discord server I'm on and people are coming out of the woodwork to thank her for her service to the fandom, expressing how much joy her comments on their works bring them.

Remember—they're never only comments.

#this this this #commenters were among my first fandom friends when i was moving the first baby steps in it! #the true backbone of society

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‘The South Downs’ near Clayton, West Sussex by Tim Moorland.

Source: uklpoty

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